I do not own Once Upon a Time. Worried much? You should be.

Tara was groggy and there was an odd taste in her mouth. She opened her eyes but her vision was blurry, so she used her other senses to figure out where she was. She heard the crashing waves and smelled salt water. Her wrists were tied behind her back…

Wait, what…? Now her eyes flew open and she could see everything clearly. Yes, she was tied up. How was she in this situation? What was the last thing she remembered?

Sidney had information for her, that one sip of wine…he drugged her. That bastard had drugged her. The last thing she remembered was him saying that 'he was waiting for you.' Who was he?

Now Tara looked around the room. Something about it was very familiar. Then it hit her, the beach house, where she had spent prom night.

Now the question was why she was here. And what was going on?

"You remember this place, don't you, Tara?" Came a male voice from behind her. Tara twisted her head as far as she could, but she couldn't see the speaker.

"Come out where I can see you." She demanded. "Or are you scared to show your face?"

"Oh, I'm not scared of you." The man chuckled then stepped into her line of vision.

He stood tall, maybe about her age. She didn't recognize him but there was something oddly familiar about him. "So you're the bastard who ordered the murder of my brother? What's your game? Who are you?"

"Tara, Tara, you don't remember me? I'm disappointed. Maybe this will help…" He leaned in closer and pointed to his chin. "The swelling finally went down."

It dawned on Tara slowly and she actually gasped. She looked at the face of the man she barely thought about since high school. "Dominick?" Shock would have been an understatement. "You're behind the take down of the Jewel? Of my brother's murder? Why?"

"Because you ruined my plans. I had such high plans for us. "We were supposed to be together Tara. High school sweethearts, prom king and queen, get married, have children, and then slowly one by one, take care of your family. Then I would have the Jewel."

"Power and position, that's all I was to you? Just a means to an end?" Tara forced herself not to throw up.

"Well, I would make sure you enjoyed it, while it lasted." Dominick leered at her.

"You wouldn't have been able to handle me." Tara had to keep him talking, had to keep him distracted while she undid the knots, even though his voice made her skin crawl.

"And that artist can handle you? When I heard you settled for someone like him, I thought you have lost your mind. We would have made such a better couple." Dominick reached out and touched her chin. "Still as beautiful as I remember. Maybe I am grateful that bus didn't kill you."

Tara froze and stared into his eyes. Now, she was speechless and at her breaking point. She wanted to sob, but she couldn't show weakness. Dominick, the first boy she opened her heart to, had killed both Graham and Liam, the two men she cared so dearly for.

"Don't look at me like that. I didn't personally kill them. I just directed the hand." There was pure cruelness in his eyes, not a hint of humanity.

"Son of a bitch…"

Dominick stood up. "I hate to leave you like this Tara but I have things to do. I am a very busy man. One of my friends is heading to the airport for a trip. How is Ireland this time of year?"

Tara froze and her blood ran cold. Dominick planned on killing Killian after he killed her? "Son of a bitch!" She repeated. She needed these ropes off now.

"Do you know any other insults? You should feel honored, Tara. You are the lucky one I personally kill."

"I'll make you feel something." Finally, the knots were undone, she was part pirate after all, family legend. Instantly Tara was on her feet and she punched Dominick.

He fell to the floor, Tara needed to keep him down, knocking him out would be ideal. Actually killing him would solve all of her problems.

She needed help. Who knew where she was? Tara was alone.

Tara picked up the chair and was ready to smash it over his head. But she suddenly slipped. The floor was wet as were the walls. She carefully sniffed she hand.

Gasoline.

Her eyes widened in horror as Dominick stood up, a lighter in his hand. She wasn't quick enough to catch it and room became an inferno.

Dominick made it to the door, Tara close behind him. But he reached it first and slammed it shut behind him.

Tara pounded on the door, she wanted to scream and cry but she knew that won't save her.

No one would save her.

So, it's the ex boyfriend with a long standing grudge, he killed Graham and Liam and this is very bad. Is anyone going to save her?

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